Jim spies an open gate
Through the gate he goes
Down around the gravel curve
Noticing the view
Hours pass without a care
He stops to chat with friends
Glancing at the scary trucks
He takes a different path
Into beans and corn he travels
Crushing a farmer’s pride
The corn is tall
Too tall
Jim is lost in leaves
A familiar face
Is his rescue
An angry voice yells out
“Bad horse, time to go home”
A long day
Home at last